Sally had sand in her stomach and a reflection on the use of ketchup.
She knew it had to be one of both, sand or ketchup.
She told me that it had been red, the pavement and the stone she had to eat.
Sally, I said, Sally. Sally.
From nine steps she fell down and came and on a motorcycle she did.
On the use of ketchup she said it had to be what she thought it had to be,
the pavement and the stone and anything else she had to eat.
Sally, I said, Sally. Sally.
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